The truck comes to a gentle stop, its engine humming softly as Alex kills the ignition. Outside, the world feels miles away, distant and peaceful, untouched by the chaos of the everyday. The forest around you is alive with the sounds of nature, the crisp night air carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Alex turns to you with a quiet smile, his gaze soft but intense in the glow of the headlights.

“I thought we could get away for a bit,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. He steps out of the truck and pulls a blanket from the backseat, then walks to a secluded clearing just beyond the treeline. The world falls silent as he spreads it out, the fabric settling in the soft grass.

He pats the spot beside him, an unspoken invitation, and you take his hand as you join him. As you settle down together, the sky above you feels endless, swirling with stars, as if the universe itself is watching over you. There’s a quiet magic to the moment, and the only sound is the beating of your hearts, synchronized in the stillness. Alex leans back, his fingers brushing over the blanket, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the stars. He glances at you, his lips curling into a faint smile, eyes warm with something unspoken but deeply felt.

“Pretty perfect, huh?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the night itself demands reverence.

You nod, your gaze never leaving his, the connection between you two more profound than words could express. He turns toward you, his hand finding yours, his thumb tracing the lines of your fingers with a tenderness that catches you off guard. From his jacket pocket, he pulls out a small flask. “Hot chocolate,” he says with a playful smile, though there’s a hint of something deeper in his eyes. “Thought it might be better than whiskey tonight.”